"Memories Left Behind" is a story of the small family farm in decay. Whether, it's the encroachment of suburbia, corporate farming or just the everyday hardships of farming, we are seeing fewer and fewer small farms.
In the wake of this decline the houses are left to decay, abandoned to the ravages of time and weather. Most leave nothing to history but the stories of the families that have lived there. The children are born and the grandparents die, and in between are the people that lived and worked. As the people came and went, a little of themselves was left behind.
The builder left his legacy in the structure. Mother wanting her kitchen just so. And the children, always vigilant of time, wanting all the modern conveniences. Bits of each adding to the spirit of the home.
The building layers of paint now left peeling in the sun. The rain ravaged windows unable to hold back the wind. The modern bathroom with indoor plumbing now not so new. The front porch, the center of family life on warm summer nights now feeling the pull of gravity.
Each in whole or in part, left to the ravages of time and man, "memories left behind"
To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, And a time to die; A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill, And a time to heal; A time to break down, And a time to build up;
A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain, And a time to lose; A time to keep, And a time to throw away;
A time to tear, And a time to sew; A time to keep silence, And a time to speak;
A time to love, And a time to hate; A time of war, And a time of peace. - Ecclesiastes 3:1-8